What’s a girl to do when Mother Nature’s winter palette is a little too bleak?
If I look closely enough, I can find my favorite colors–the magenta red of blueberry stems, the apricots and pinks of sunrise and sunset. I’m longing for some snow–which is never really quite white–it’s purples and blues, too. I’m trying to find joy in dead grass brown, but it’s a struggle!
Time to don my rose-colored glasses.
A friend asked once if I changed my palette depending on location or season. Been there, tried that. I try. I do. Flying over a bland March landscape, I find the turquoise in the waves. Seeing Italian buildings of umber and burnt sienna, I find the pink geraniums.
I’m inherently influenced by my sense of place here in Alaska, where we have long periods of gray and dark green punctuated by moments of brilliant light. I’m forever chasing those bright days in my work. It’s like certain colors are my true north on the art compass. How does where you’re from tint the lens through which you view the world?
For me, everything is better with pink and green, and every day is a good day to send a card.
- Tash